well, I'm pretty sure Feit is used to embarrassing himself, so I'm certain it is like water off a duck's back (or perhaps wool off a sheep's back, in Feit's case).

Oh well, he's still better than me, who got absolutely tanked at the office christmas party yet had to work the next day, and so got to work 45 minutes late, without my glasses (which fortunately I had left at the party, so my manager had it), reeking of cheap wine, still drunk out of my tree, and needing to a) handle cash, b) pay attention to detail, and c) not vomit all over my customers. I succeeded only at c, and that was only by vomiting several times into my trashcan underneath my station. (oh, I also fell asleep for an hour in the staff washroom upstairs, yay me).

Just try and guess how thrilled my manager was. Yet because it was the christmas rush, they couldn't/wouldn't send me home.